Cyprus. A Street. |
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Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. |
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: |
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home. |
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow. |
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, |
And fix most firm thy resolution. |
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't. |
Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. [Retires. |
Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; |
And yet he has given me satisfying reasons: |
'Tis but a man gone: forth, my sword; he dies. |
Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, |
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, |
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, |
Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo, |
He calls me to a restitution large |
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, |
As gifts to Desdemona; |
It must not be: if Cassio do remain, |
He hath a daily beauty in his life |
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor |
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril. |
No, he must die. But so; I hear him coming. |
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Enter CASSIO. |
Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest! [Makes a pass at CASSIO. |
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed |
But that my coat is better than thou know'st; |
I will make proof of thine. [Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. |
Rod. O! I am slain. [IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit. |
Cas. I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder! [Falls. |
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Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. |
Oth. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. |
Rod. O! villain that I am! |
Oth. It is e'en so. |
Cas. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! |
Oth. 'Tis he: O brave Iago, honest and just! |
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; |
Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, |
And your unblest fate hies; strumpet, I come! |
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; |
Thy bed lust-stain'd shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit. |
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Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. |
Cas. What ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! |
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. |
Cas. O, help! |
Lod. Hark! |
Rod. O wretched villain! |
Lod. Two or three groan: it is a heavy night; |
These may be counterfeits; let's think 't unsafe |
To come in to the cry without more help. |
Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. |
Lod. Hark! |
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Re-enter IAGO, with a light. |
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. |
Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on murder? |
Lod. We do not know. |
Iago. Did not you hear a cry? |
Cas. Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me. |
Iago. What's the matter? |
Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. |
Lod. The same indeed; a very valiant fellow. |
Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously? |
Cas. Iago? O! I am spoil'd, undone by villains! |
Give me some help. |
Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? |
Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout, |
And cannot make away. |
Iago. O treacherous villains! |
[To LODOVICO and GRATIANO.] What are you there? come in, and give some help. |
Rod. O! help me here. |
Cas. That's one of them. |
Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [Stabs RODERIGO. |
Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog! |
Iago. Kill men i' the dark! Where be these bloody thieves? |
How silent is this town! Ho! murder! murder! |
What may you be? are you of good or evil? |
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. |
Iago. Signior Lodovico? |
Lod. He, sir. |
Iago. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. |
Gra. Cassio! |
Iago. How is it, brother? |
Cas. My leg is cut in two. |
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid, |
Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. |
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Enter BIANCA. |
Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is 't that cried? |
Iago. Who is 't that cried! |
Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! |
O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! |
Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect |
Who they should be that have thus mangled you? |
Cas. No. |
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus; I have been to seek you. |
Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O! for a chair, |
To bear him easily hence! |
Bian. Alas! he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! |
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash |
To be a party in this injury. |
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come. |
Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no? |
Alas! my friend and my dear countryman, |
Roderigo? no: yes, sure, O heaven! Roderigo. |
Gra. What! of Venice? |
Iago Even he, sir: did you know him? |
Gra. Know him! ay. |
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; |
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, |
That so neglected you. |
Gra. I am glad to see you. |
Iago. How do you, Cassio? O! a chair, a chair! |
Gra. Roderigo! [A chair brought in. |
Iago. He, he, 'tis he.—O! that's well said; the chair: |
Some good men bear him carefully from hence; |
I'll fetch the general's surgeon. [To BIANCA.] For you, mistress, |
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, |
Was my dear friend. What malice was between you? |
Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. |
Iago. [To BIANCA.] What! look you pale? O! bear him out o' the air— [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off. |
Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?— |
Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? |
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. |
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her: |
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak |
Though tongues were out of use. |
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Enter EMILIA. |
Emil. 'Las! what's the matter? what's the matter, husband? |
Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark |
By Roderigo and fellows that are 'scap'd: |
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. |
Emil. Alas! good gentleman; alas! good Cassio! |
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia, |
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night. |
What! do you shake at that? |
Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. |
Iago. O! did he so? I charge you, go with me. |
Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet! |
Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest |
As you that thus abuse me. |
Emil. As I! foh! fie upon thee! |
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. |
Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. |
Emilia, run you to the citadel, |
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. |
Will you go on afore? [Aside.] This is the night |
That either makes me or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. |
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